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and though i've mentioned it before, i must mention it again:when i scroll down to the bottom of this page and find, to the right, your "gone but nor forgotten" spot with esther zidel in it, i'm baffled because the photo that is there is NOT anywhere posted on esther zidel. it's a photo of a guy i work with who somehow got a shot of liza minnelli with himself behind her. how that got there weirds me out.

Norma - I too love the 1963s because the tailights are are a tribue to the merging of forms on the 88's, and on the 98's the taillights are so freaking maasive and occur so easily. This of course is the story of my life closest enough to touch what you desire, but you get what you get.

ayeM8y I have my mother's glitter cat glasses, which now, I will have to go and find.

Observer, 1965 was the last time in Detroit that all three of the Big three changed their full size vehicles in the same year. 1965 was HUGE in the history of Detroit.

Once upon a time...

...there was a little boy who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but with strings attached, of course. And he lived in Shaker Heights.

Born on the cusp of Sagittarius and Scorpio, my birthday was hijacked by a national tragedy. My father is the son of a Jewish carpenter (seriously) and my mother the daughter of a Methodist hog farmer. Even my siblings are half brothers. My cousins are all older than I; their children all just that much younger - so we share no commonalities. I have no one else that remembers the things that I remember.

Neither fish nor fowl, I have spent a great deal of energy swimming against the currents and being picked over as a human. Life's chief lesson? Nothing in life is easy; even the easy stuff is hard fought over. But I am a survivor.

I have developed my own take on the world and these are my musings for me to get out and possibly for you to enjoy.